I can't steer the blade away from my skin
so I'll hide all my tears with 'I'm fine' and a grin
the doubt in my head's the only truth that I know
when my body says stop my brain's saying go
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Poetrythis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
I'll bottle it up and spare you the trouble
I can't steer the blade away from my skin
so I'll hide all my tears with 'I'm fine' and a grin
the doubt in my head's the only truth that I know
when my body says stop my brain's saying go
